to touch… the speechless

The soft rain in the window speaks volumes

milk gathers above in the clouds, like rain

waiting…, like green leaves to dance

mornings make you save small frames

a moment, until soon, finds you, like a lost friend calling

the blue flower garden in your heart opens without care

cadence flows under the skin

to touch… the speechless.

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